Calamity Crown

"Just take it easy—after all, the day after tomorrow will be the qualifiers for the '[-]th Unlimited Fighting Championship'. As one of the contestants, I have to retreat to adjust my state."

As Goethe said this, he had a new plan in his heart.

steal?

Will not.

The bottom line in his heart would not let him do such a thing.

He is used to convincing people with reason!

"Then it's good luck to visit the 'Martial Saint Hall' today!"

Zote's words made Goethe stunned.

When the car stopped, Goethe saw the scene of the 'Wu Sheng Guan' in full bloom, and immediately understood Zuo Te's previous meaning.

Standing at the door were two aunts wearing red hoops, holding up their horns and shouting——

"One person, one ticket, 30 tickets."

"Those who want to be highly fragrant come to me to get it - a 1000."

"Sincerity leads to spirit!"

The voice was already loud, but now it was even harsher with the help of the horn.

Zote bought two tickets.

When an aunt was about to tear off the ticket stub in a rude move, Zote stopped immediately.

"Be careful!"

"I want reimbursement!"

As he spoke, the new director of the Luteng City Safety Committee carefully tore off the ticket stub and handed it to the aunt.

Under the impatience and urging eyes of the other party, he and Goethe walked into the Martial Saint Hall together.

"One of the benefits of being promoted to supervisor - you can reimburse yourself!"

Zote and Goethe explained.

But before the words were finished, Zuo Te jumped out suddenly, stepped on a ticket with the stub removed, looked left and right, and when he found no one was paying attention, he quickly picked it up and put it in his pocket inside.

It's like being a thief.

"Hey, reimbursement, reimbursement."

After noticing Goethe's gaze, Zote laughed with a happy face.

Then, he ran in another direction.

There is also an abandoned ticket on the ground there.

Goethe looked away from Zuo Te, and looked at the entire 'Warrior Hall'.

The area of ​​the 'Martial Saint Hall' is quite large. The place where he is standing should be the front square. The place where his disciples practice martial arts is the size of two football fields. How spectacular it is when it rains.

However, the square is now full of tourists.

as well as……

A censer!

The huge incense burner, which is as tall as a person, is full of devout believers kneeling on the front, back, left, and right sides.

Goethe went around and walked towards the hall.

Although the 'Wu Sheng Museum' occupies a large area, there are not many buildings.

Excluding the disciple room, weapon room, and retreat room, there is the 'Main Hall'—according to the description of the photo standing on the side, it was originally the place where 'Wu Sheng' and many disciples discussed and ate.

Now?

It is the statue of "Wu Sheng" erected.

Goethe even saw two figures in blue, filling oil barrels.

It's true: the smoke is lingering, and the incense sticks are not extinguished.

"Gao Xiang is expensive again!"

"I remember it was only 800 before!"

"It's 1000 now!"

A crisp sound entered Goethe's ears.

A girl with twin ponytails and a delicate face walked in angrily with three sticks of high incense in her hand.

Beside her were two boys who were also holding three high incense sticks, one was wearing glasses and the other was tall and strong.

Liu Xin, Yi Yuan, Lu Ming.

Goethe, who had met the three of them once, instantly remembered their names.

The eyes are looking backwards.

Li Yuan walked in with a cold face.

There is no high incense in the hand, just resting on the handle of the knife.

Goethe saw Li Yuan, who had no concealed figure, and was also seen by Li Yuan.

The female swordsman nodded, but didn't come over right away.

"Leave a way, someone is going to be high-spirited!"

The two priests shouted loudly, dispersed the general believers, and let out the yellow futon closest to the altar table, allowing Liu Xin, Yi Yuan, and Lu Ming to burn incense under the envious eyes of the surrounding people.

After all, high fragrance is not common.

Goethe glanced at it, then looked outside the hall.

Zote was running excitedly to another ticket.

This is the third one the other party picked up.

Zote carefully wiped the three tickets, put them in his jacket pocket again, and walked towards the pantry with his cup—there was free boiling water there.

"What are you looking at?"

Li Yuan came over and stood shoulder to shoulder with Goethe.

"Look at people."

Goethe replied.

people?

Li Yuan was taken aback for a moment, but immediately returned to normal.

Moreover, the female swordsman did not hide her purpose, and said immediately.

"We hope you can join us. As long as you agree to join us, those two weapons are available for you to observe at any time."

"The reason why you care so much about 'Deming Real Estate' is because of the 'one-page scripture' in Li Te's hands?"

Goethe did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"That's right!"

The female swordsman nodded.

"I have read some of the 'One Page of the Book', can I exchange it for a chance to observe the blood of the descendants of the 'Martial Saint'?"

Goethe said immediately.

"You don't want to join us?"

The female swordsman frowned, with unconcealable disappointment in her eyes.

Goethe laughed.

"of course not!"

"What I mean is, I will join you, you let me observe the two weapons, I will write out the 'one page of the book' that I have read, in exchange for the opportunity to observe another weapon - with your power, It shouldn’t be difficult to find another weapon, right?”

The female swordsman was taken aback.

Obviously, the female swordsman did not expect Goethe to answer like this.

I was stunned for a full three seconds.

The female swordsman nodded.

At this moment, Zuo Te, who was holding a mobile phone, ran over anxiously, glanced at the female swordsman, and after the other party retreated a certain distance, he lowered his voice and said——

"'Deming Real Estate' has been wiped out!"

Chapter 52 Greed!

Zot sat in the driver's seat with a solemn face.

Press the accelerator to the bottom, and the car goes fast.

Something like police lights flashing on the roof.

Although in the archives room, Zote had seen more than one "Miemen case" materials, but this is the first time he actually encountered it!

Moreover, unlike the information seen, this time an entrepreneur was exterminated.

This is something that has never happened before.

In the past, most of them were sects.

There are also some martial arts halls and the like.

"What's going on recently? Why do emergencies happen one after another?"

The new head of the Luvine City Safety Committee frowned.

Goethe sat in the back row, wearing a seat belt, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

[Spirit of the Blood Raven] has already flown over one step ahead of time.

Suddenly, Goethe frowned, then opened his eyes slightly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zot, who was concentrating on driving, did not notice this.

Ten minutes later, Zot's car stopped in front of a villa area in the suburbs.

The police have already pulled up the yellow belt.

But did not enter the scene.

The members of the safety committee are in charge of the scene—when boxers, martial artists, and fighters commit crimes, the safety committee has always been the main force, with the police as the supplement.

Especially when it comes to major cases, the police are basically laying hands on them.

"Zot!"

A fat, balding middle-aged man stood at the door and beckoned to Zuo Te.

Although there is a smile on his face, it is the kind of superficial smile, with a feeling of domineering.

However, when he saw Goethe beside Zot, he immediately bowed his knees and said.

"Meet Your Excellency Goethe!"

Goethe glanced at the other party and looked at Zot.

"He was the original supervisor. Because of my sudden promotion, he was temporarily transferred to the logistics by the president of 'Taous'-this guy is very annoying. He used to make me work overtime without pay."

Zot whispered, but walked over quickly.

"Director Sith."

Zoe greeted him with a smile.

Even though he wanted to spit on the other party's face from the bottom of his heart, Zot tried his best to make his smile look so sincere.

He was no longer that young and energetic boy.